"Absolutely right! If one cannot even use an abacus, how can she be a wife of the Shi family! Sister Wang, don't you agree?" Mrs. Zhuang sneered with a laugh.
Mrs. Wang remained silent, looking at Sang Wan.
"Then please bring over the abacus! Sang Wan is willing to make a fool of herself!" Sang Wan said without any fear, smiling slightly.
Mrs. Zhuang did not believe that she had practiced with the abacus in the Sang family, chuckled, and nodded in agreement, immediately sending someone to fetch it, but secretly scoffed in her heart: Let's see how long you can keep up your tough talk.
The maid not only fetched a well-oiled abacus but also an account book, smiling apologetically: "Your servant thought the abacus is to calculate accounts, what use is it without an account book? Coincidentally, this is last month's account from our estate's garden, which the madam calculated already; perhaps, Grandma Shi can practice on it!"
